Ego (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter Eight

I couldn’t stop smiling as he wheeled me to the car and helped me into the driver’s seat, it might have still been the pain killers the doctor had given me, but I‘m pretty sure it was because I was with Justin. Sure, he’d left me without a good bye for three years. But in the couple of days he’s been here, he’s done a lot for me. He stood up to Layla for me, he beat the shit out of some guy for me, he got me coffee when I had a hangover and he’d chauffeured me around today after I broke my leg. He put the buggy and my crutches in the back seat and climbed in the driver’s seat and started to drive.

Oh god. The drugs they had given me were kicking in and the pain was fading, but I was feeling so hormonal. Suddenly I burst into tears. Justin stopped the car at the side of the road.

‘Molly? Whats wrong, does it hurt? I mean I’ve got all your medication here.’ he said as he reached into the back seat and pulled out a huge bag.

‘noo, noo’ I was sobbing, ‘your just such a good friend … and … and .. I’m just …. Soo happy .. That you’re back!’ I said as I pulled him over to hug me.

He was laughing softly as he pried himself from my vice-like grip. ‘yeah, well I’m actually really glad that I’m back’ he smiled as he started driving again. ‘and how many times do I have to say this, Molly Muriel Fraser, you are my best friend okay? I would literally do anything for you, and I know that you would do the same for me’ he laughed as I broke down into tears again. ‘stop with the crying!’ he laughed as we pulled up at my house.

He unfolded the buggy, put me in it, put the crutches and meds under his arm and pushed me into the house.

‘ah shit, my room is at the top of the-’ I cut myself off as Justin picked me up into his arms. ’what the fuck are you doing bieber?’ I laughed.

‘well, what did you expect me to make you crawl up the stairs?’ he laughed as he lay me down on my bed. ‘okay, I’m gonna go phone your mom, clean your kitchen, then make us some lunch’ he shouted as he ran down stairs.

Wow, how did I get this lucky and get a friend as amazing as him? I smiled as I thought about everything he’d done for me. I pulled out my phone and looked through the pictures we had taken this weekend. I laughed at the one we had taken today at the hospital, I looked a mess and we were both smiling like idiots because we were mid laugh but somehow it was my favourite picture. I set it as my background and I was about to call Justin to find out what was happening when he burst through my bedroom door with my mom’s pink apron on and a tray with two bowls of pasta on it.

I smiled, ‘what the hell is all this’ I got a waft of the smell from the pasta, and it smelled good.

‘this is homemade pasta carbonara made by, yours truly’ he smiled as he popped his collar and set the tray down on my bed.

I tasted a little, ‘Justin! When did you learn to cook?!’ I smiled, as we tucked in.

‘well, you know I didn’t have my best friend with me when I was touring, so I had to find something to do to pass the time’ he smiled over at me. Then his face turned serious.

‘oh I called your mum, she said something about her bakery getting through to some final for like some kind of award or something’ he looked so confused, ‘but anyways she’s gonna be gone for the next two weeks, and then I told her about your leg and she was all my baby! My baby!’ he did an excellent impression of my mom’s voice, ‘and then I was like don’t worry I’ll take good care of her, I broke my leg before I know how to handle it, and then she was all Justin you’re my saviour I sure have missed you, and then she had to go because someone broke a whisk or something along those lines’ he was out of breath from telling me it all. ‘so, looks like I’m staying with you for the next two weeks’ he grinned.

‘awesome’ I smiled as I finished my pasta. ‘ I’m gonna need someone to carry me up and down the stairs’ I laughed.

‘oh its nice to know why you want me here’ he laughed.

‘shut up! You know I don’t mind you being here!’ I smiled as I hit him with my pillow, then sighed as I looked down at my cast. ‘how did you do like normal things, when you broke your leg? I mean its like I need help with everything’ I groaned.

‘you’ll get used to it’ he smiled, ‘anyways, your talking to a pro at doing things with a cast on, I mean I did shows with mines on. He laughed.

‘fine fine, but like it’s so ugly, they didn’t have any coloured casts left,’ I whined, ‘they used them all up on the little kids’ I laughed half heartedly.

Suddenly Justin jumped up. ‘okaay, no offence or anything but maaan are you depressing me!’ he smiled, ‘ get over it, look we can still have fin with you having a broken leg, we’ll order in some pizza’s later, my treat, we’ll put in some DVD’s and hey do you have a sharpie?’

I reached over and picked up a red sharpie from my bedside table and threw it at him, ‘yeah here, why?’

He caught it and jumped onto the bed beside me. He took the sharpie and signed my cast, ‘there, now not only does your cast look less boring, BUT this thing could go for a fortune when you get it off.; he laughed.

I rolled my eyes as he got up and started looking for a DVD. ‘wow! I’ll get over my cast, when you get over yourself’ I smiled as I threw a pillow at him.

‘ow! Mol-’ he cut himself off as he picked up a DVD, ‘hold up, is this Jersey Shore season 1?’ he said deadly serious.

‘yeeah, I love that show’ I smiled, ‘why’

‘I am actually addicted to this show!’ he shouted as he put the DVD in the DVD player and fist-pumped his way over to the bed.

I cringed, ‘sit your ass down before you hurt yourself!’ I laughed.

‘shut up! I could fist pump for Jersey’ he smiled as the show started and he sat down next to me and I leaned against him. Wow, had he been working out? I could feel his muscles through his shirt. Dayum. Molly! You have to stop this shit or you’re gonna do something you are gonna regret. The next thing I knew I was falling asleep against him.

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Bang. Bang .Bang.

I opened my eye and looked at the clock, it was 3 in the morning. Oh shit I must have fallen asleep on Justin. Wait where is he?

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Holy Fuck what is that? Oh my god is someone trying to break into my house. Shit where is Justin? I can’t exactly fight off a burglar with this stupid fucking cast on.

‘Justin?!’ I whispered. ‘Justin are you in here?!’ no reply, just silence. I listened closer, it was coming from my back yard. I grabbed my crutches and hobbled across to my wall/window. It was Justin in my back yard, smashing up some wood with my bat. Oh shit, something must be wrong. I hobbled out of my room and towards the staircase. Oh crap this was going to be difficult. Suddenly I had an idea, I threw my crutches down the stairs put my good leg over the banister and slid down and stuck the landing at the bottom without causing myself any pain. I picked the crutches back up and made my way to the kitchen picking up a muffin from the counter before I went out.

I threw the muffin at Justin, who was still beating the shit out of the wood. He jumped and dropped the bat before turning around to see who had thrown it at him. I smiled over.

‘Shit! Molly! You gave me the fright of my life!’

I laughed! ‘same here, I thought somebody was breaking in and you were nowhere to be seen!’ I smiled. ‘anyways, why are you beating the crap out of my wood?’ I asked jokingly.

His face turned back to being serious. ‘My mom called, I have to go back to Atlanta tomorrow’ he shouted as he hit a piece of wood into pieces.